Morning

I didn’t sleep at all last night. I tossed and turned. Couldn’t get cool enough, no matter what I did.

The last post took a lot out of me. It’s weird, because I’ve discussed the events at length before with those closest to me. Maybe I never wrote about it before, though. Maybe I’ve never been that honest, either.

You know how you come to care about the people you work with everyday. Some more than others. For whatever reason, that whole thing hit me really hard. To the point that I still got emotional writing about it. Perhaps it was tangled up with the extreme joys and stresses of new motherhood. Perhaps not.

Was I really underperforming at my job? I’m not sure. There were of course things I could improve upon, but the other classrooms had issues, too.

I think there was probably more going on there than I knew about.

Anyway, I’m not sorry I’m not there anymore, especially given who’s running the place, now. Unofficially, she was always running it, anyhow. That’s probably why it didn’t work out for me.

I moved on to friendlier skies.

Writing about it has been kind of cathartic, too. It was hard, but I feel like a weight has been lifted, even if I am running on empty this morning.